I went looking for a ghost
in the company of a hound,
wandering amongst the towering white pines and eastern hemlocks.
On a moonless, cloudless night
In the haunt of ringtails and porcupines
In the realm of foxes and coyotes,
crossing the soft murmur of lonely creeks.
All the while bearing a hidden cross
—of loss and remembrance.
Heard your voice
In my hound’s bawl,
Standing there in the bough-blanketed dark
—a forever winter.
A shadow among shadows,
leaning on a walking staff.
And on that moonless, cloudless night
in your forever youth
I found You.